( it's a good thing she wasn't wearing the robe Jiang Cheng lent her as a memory of home, or she might be more distressed than she already was for having ruined what she'd been wearing before... this. regardless, with her phone at least working, she can voice-command to reach out when flying around at random wasn't going to be half as helpful. )

I'm fine, A-Xian, are you—oh, good, you're talking, we were so worried—

( He does sound not quite right, but Jiang Cheng had hardly sounded right either. Her own voice can carry a deeper note to it, her lungs that much larger right now. )

I'm in the camp, still, just outside—you're safe? Are you with Wangji?